— The Next Night —

Instead of a break as I wanted, AJ has a match at a house show to do – which means I have a house show to do as well.

As soon as we arrived in the Sacramento area for the house show, I was immediately informed by Shane – who was surprisingly here – that I was actually scheduled for a match of my own. He also said to deliver a pipe-bomb out there to prove my dominance, which I didn't mind at all, because I very happy to do one.

The match is going to be a three-on-three tag-team match. It would be Paige, Nattie, and Becky versus Emma, Dana Brooke, and me. At least I'll be with Emma. I will be wearing my normal and official gear, of course. [Gear pic in Chapter 9]

My match was before AJ's, which he would be having his against Kevin Owens in singles competition. I put my gear for the night and already began getting ready. I hasn't wrestle in about three weeks, which is almost a complete month without wrestling on my own. I may have some ring rust going into this.

I heard a knock on the door in the small locker room I was in and spun around just in time to see AJ walking in. He didn't need permission to do so, of course. I was decent.

"Hey," I greeted him first with a warm smile.

He took a stand in front of me and mumbled out, "Hey." What's his problem now?

"What's up?" I asked him, seeing as this conversation was going nowhere in particular. It would be up to me to get the ball rolling.

He shrugged and replied, "Nothing much. Just walking around back here with nothing to know." A grin then slowly began to play along his lips.

"Oh, really now?" I inquired with a fresh smile as well. "What you wanna do, then?"

He took a big step towards me and wrapped his arms around my body, underneath my arms. "I think you know what I wanna do," he whispered with a smile and slowly began to lean into me. I pulled my arms around the back of his neck and leaned in, too.

Every time we kissed, it was like the very first time all over again, but much more exciting. I love him. I really and truly love AJ Styles. Even more, I love Alan Jones – his real name and true self. I love him for everything he ever has been, what he is now, and everything he'll be later on in life. Bottom line is that I just really and truly fucking love him — and all I really want is for him to love me back.

Maybe I was just his hook-up to a point where I'm there to remind him that he's not as alone as he thinks he is. And that was enough to put me in a coma for the rest of my life.

He was trying to go into something deeper, but I had to kindly push him off of me. He gave me a confused glare and I explained, "I have a match very soon."

"Oh," he muttered out and we slowly separated from one another. "Right. Sorry 'bout that, Britt."

"No problem," I shrugged it off. Then, my phone vibrated in my pocket and seen I had a text from Emma. "Anyway, I better go before Emma has a meltdown."

I locked my phone and placed it with my things before I passed by AJ, but then he took me by the wrist and forwarded me backwards. He gave me a simple kiss before he allowed me to officially leave. My spine stiffened and it tingled.

I arrived at the curtains only a few seconds later to see Emma and Dana Brooke waiting on me. "Hey!" Emma greeted me first with a huge smile and brought me into a hug. What happened to personal space, Emma? "You ready?"

I nodded and replied to her, "Sure." Then, I spotted Dana there and waved. "Hey, Dana." She smiled and nodded my way as her greeting.

"Are you and Dana ready, Emma?" the music director asked of them and they both nodded. He hit their music, which I automatically heard the crowd out there boo, and they made their way out. I'm teaming with the heels in this situation, anyways.

"Hey, could you play AJ Styles' music as my entrance please?" I asked kindly towards the music director and he nodded in agreement.

Then, he hit a button and AJ's music started, which I could already hear the crowd explode to. I made my way out and posed up on the stage.

"And their tag-team partner... From Atlanta, Georgia, 'The Bullet Babe' — Eliza London!" Lilian Garcia announced my name to my liking.

As I made my way down the ramp, I could hear a mixture of cheers and boos coming from each direction. I didn't care, of course, either these purple loved or hated me.

Once I got inside of the ring, I got to the ropes and used those to pose on, which earned me a couple more louder boos. I shrugged them off and the glares I was getting from Nattie, Becky, and Paige.

I passed by them and grabbed a mic from Lilian, then stood there in the middle of the ring with all of the attention on me once AJ's music stopped.

I brought the mic up to my lips and said aloud to everyone: "Do you want to know what I see when I look at you three?" There was a moment of silence as I was referring to my opponents tonight. "Like, honestly, do you wanna know?" They start yelling, but I can't make out what they're saying. "I see three poor excuses for wrestlers. I see a ginger, an emo, and a backseat wrestler."

The crowd began to boo and they started to yell again at me, which I just smiled and laughed to. So, I continued, "I see a wanna-be, a used-to, and a not-anymore. But what does everyone see what they look at me? They see a driven, dominating, fearless wrestler that will prove here tonight – once again – why I am the best damn wrestler in the world!"

I got more hate from the crowd and from my opponents as I handed the ref my mic, which he handed back to Lilian, and returned back to the middle of the ring.

I met up with Emma and Dana in our corner to discuss who's going in first. Before we could decide, I heard Paige yell from her side and pointing straight at me. She wanted me. So, then, Emma and Dana allowed me to go in first as the ref called for the bell and the match to start.

Paige and I met right in the middle of that ring and our noses touched. We were that close. She shoved me backwards and I caught my footing before I could fall. I smiled and pushed my hair out of my face before I reared back and gave her a huge clothesline.

I posed for everyone until I felt myself being flipped over as Paige tried rolling me up for the pin and win. I kicked out at one and a half. Once I got back up, I hung by the bottom rope as she started to make fun of the way I pose. Hm...

I let her have her moment of fame until I got back up and speared her back down. I got on top of her and just started going crazy on her until we kept rolling around to see who can get the upper-hand first or not. Finally, it got so bad, that the ref had to separate us.

Paige tagged in Becky and she immediately came after me like a predator hunting down their prey. She got in some good hits and kicks, and it was clear at this point that I was just getting my ass kicked completely. The crowd obviously liked that a lot.

Right when I finally got a moment to breathe was when she was using the other ropes as momentum to come after me. Then, before she could, I pulled down the ropes for her to fall over and out to the outside. I crawled to my teammates and tagged Emma in.

She hopped down from the side and grabbed Becky up outside to throw her in the ring. She got her laid out in the middle of the ring and tried going for the pin, but Becky kicked out at two.

Emma used Becky's hair to get her up and when she did, she threw her into the corner. Becky had only a second to rest before Emma went from the other corner into the one Becky was in to do the Emma-Mite Sandwich. She pulled on Becky's leg to get her out of the corner for the pin. Again, it was only a two-count.

When she got her back up, she tried controlling Becky until she slapped her right across the face. Emma turned around a little to touch her face while Becky began her rage of punches before she scoop Emma up for her move, the Exploder Suplex.

With them both down now, they each tried crawling to their designated corners. Becky tagged in Nattie and Emma tagged in Dana. As soon as these two got in the ring together, it was explosive. Two very powerful women, both with blonde hair, too, as a bonus.

Dana quickly got the upper hand and did whatever she could in order to keep Nattie down. Finally, she pulled her up for her finisher, the Samoan Driver.

When she bounced back up from getting Nattie with it, I reached out and pulled on Dana, automatically tagging myself in. Dana's mouth flew open as I headed inside the ring and inserted Nattie into AJ's own submission move, the Calf Crusher (or Calf Killer). Only a split second later, she began tapping out and AJ's music played.

I stood up, after undoing our legs, and posed for everyone. Emma came up and hugged my side. Dana, however, came up to me and pushed me back and started screaming at me because I took away her rightful victory.

"You know what, Dana? I don't need you and I don't need anybody!" I yelled back at her and gave her a good shove back, too. "I'm better than you! I'm the best damn wrestler in this world! Accept it!"

She then pushed me back and before I know it, we were having a shoving match before Emma had to get between us to separate and dissolve the problem.

When we got backstage, Dana and I laughed about it. She even complimented me by saying that I was a really good heel and I thanked her.

When I got back to my locker room, AJ was still there and congratulated me on our victory. He said that he proud of me and that 'sweet-ass' submission I used.

"I really miss actually wrestling," I confessed to him with a sigh.

He nodded and replied, "Then, go back to it." If only it were THAT simple...